burnt fried over hard abandonment

a little girl
used to being
her own playdate
tried to fry an egg on the sidewalk
the yellow yolk dancing
on the pavement with petals
that had abandoned a daisy.

away from the heat
and their spouses,
a man and woman
showered together,
shyly wiping
soap bubbles off
of each other’s backs.

two pretty boys in striped
shirts, suspenders and church
hats waited for the bus.
“maybe momma will come home today,”
the younger boy whispered,
his face a soft caramel from the sun.
“no, she hates poppa more than she loves us,”
the older boy answered,
his hat and the sun making
shadows skip across his face
as he gripped the bag she had
left behind under his arm tighter.

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"If we take judging ourselves and others out of our life, we will mostly be living in paradise." -- Yogi Bhajan

To heal is to touch with love that which we previously touched with fear. --Stephen Levine

come away with me. we can paint our dreams in bright yellow and purple hues and string them together with band aids and the little bits of love we can muster from our rusty parts. we can fly away on them and never look back. -- lissa

Each day, each moment, we get to choose whether we respond with happiness or misery, love or fear. -- lissa

"Through practice, I've come to see that the deepest source of my misery is not wanting things to be the way they are. Not wanting my self to be the way I am. Not wanting the world to be the way it is. Not wanting others to be the way they are. Whenever I'm suffering, I find this war with reality to be at the heart of my problem." -- Stephen Cope.

I feel like something broke inside of me and all of this light is shining through --my darkness became my light. -- lissa